#Colin Dickie

[starlooove]

Tiffany where are you 💔💔💔

[dhvinyl]

A Personal History of the British Music Industry 108 - Larry Page

Larry Page, born Leonard Davies, who has recently died in Australia, is best remembered as the charismatic manager of the Troggs, but was part of the UK’s answer to rock’n’roll in the late 1950’s, and started life packing records, rather than making them. He emigrated to Australia, but this interview was conducted before then in West London over twenty years ago. I had already learned that his…

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Johnny’s Gun – Colin Shamley & Cornelia

Born Guilty & Other Stories – Colin Shamley This one is a bit difficult to find. It was not on Shamley’s original of his album ‘Born Guilty’ but was included as a bonus track on the limited CD release of the album by 3rd Ear Music. On this track, Shamley teamed up with Cornelia Möller who had seen hits such as ‘Picking Up Pebbles’ and ‘Another Love To Come’.This track is a simple one with a…

[lulu2992]

A few of Far Cry 5’s characters’ former names (according to the files)

Did you know that some characters used to have different names? Here’s what I found:

Adelaide Drubman - Penny Johnson (I’m not sure; it’s unclear)

Casey Fixman - Casey Seagal or Casey Storm

Chad Wolanski - Chad Gardetto

Faith Seed - Selena Seed

George Wilson - George Beel

Guy Marvel - Guy Martel (headcanon: it’s still his name but he thought Marvel was a cooler name for a movie director)

Hurk Drubman Senior - Wayne Senior

Joseph Seed - Daniel Seed

Merle Briggs - Merle Clinton

Wilhelmina Mable - Wilhelmina Maybelline

Tammy Barnes - Tammy Palmer (was she supposed to be Eli’s wife? Maybe!)

Tracey Lader - Traci West

Virgil Minkler - Virgil Knutsen

Wendell Redler - Wendell Darrah

Xander Flynn - Bob Johnson (again, like for Adelaide, not sure)

Also, I’ve said this before but Deputy Pratt’s first name is actually Stacy and not Staci. In the files, it’s only not spelled Stacy once, in the end credits... which is also, unfortunately, the only time players had a chance to see it written.

According to the files, Larry Parker’s first name is Laurence, the man we meet near Arcade machines is Morris Aubrey, and the fisherman is Coyote Nelson… but his description in the unreleased in-game encyclopedia also implies he died, so that might be inaccurate.

Below are the names of other Hope County residents (and where they live(d) and/or work(ed)) found in the deleted in-game encyclopedia:

Daniel Holmes — Holmes Residence

Doug and Debbie Hadler — Gardenview Orchards, Ciderworks, and Packing Facility

Rae-Rae Bouthillier — Rae-Rae's Pumpkin Farm

Niesha Howard — Howard Cabin

Emmet Reaves (in the late 1800s) — Copperhead Rail Yard & Prosperity

Will Boyd (from Far Cry: Absolution; his full name is William) — Boyd Residence

Les Doverspike — Doverspike Compound

Mike and Deb Harris — Harris Residence

Wolfgang Dodd — Dodd’s Dumps

Colin Dodd (Nadine Abercrombie’s grandfather) — Dodd Residence

Joe Roberts — Roberts Cabin

Dr. Kim Patterson — Hope County Clinic

Bobby Budell (in 1946) — Flatiron Stockyards

Doug Fillmore — Fillmore Residence

Orville Fall (found gold in 1865) — Catamount Mines

Mike and Chandra Dunagan — Sunrise Farm

The Redler family (Wendell’s) — Red’s Farm Supply

Andrew and Frances Woodson — Woodson Pig Farm

Don Sawyer — Sawyer Residence

Kay Wheeler — Kay-Nine Kennels

Jules Adams (and an unnamed husband) — Adams Ranch

Jerry Miller (and his family) — Miller Residence

Rick Elliot (his full name is Richard according to a message left by Eli) — Elliot Residence

Jay Loresca — Loresca Residence

"Lonely Frank" — Frank’s Cabin

Dicky Dansky — Dansky Cabin

Roy Tanami — Tanami Residence

Mr. Vasquez — Vasquez Residence

Mr. McDevitt — Misty River Gas

Darby McCoy — McCoy Cabin

Dr. Phil Barlow — Barlow Residence

Travis McClean (and his husband Brent) — McClean Residence

Jasmine Chan — Chan Residence

Jerrod Wilson (in the 1800s) — Throne of Mercy Church

Frankie Sinclair — Sinclair Residence

Lydia (in 1912) — Lydia’s Cave

Dwight Feeney (the chemist who worked with Eden’s Gate and dies in the mission “Sins of the Father”) — Feeney Residence

Lorna Rawlings — Lorna’s Truck Stop

Edward O'Hara — O’Hara’s Haunted House

Kanti Jones — Jones Residence

Coyote Nelson — Nelson Residence

Holly Pepper (and her girlfriend Charlie) — Pepper Residence

Nolan Pettis — Nolan’s Fly Shop

Bob and Penny Johnson — Johnson Residence

Melvin Adams Abercrombie — Abercrombie Residence

Steve McCallough — McCallough’s Garage

Dr. Rachel Jessop (who, and I’ll keep saying this every time I can, was never Faith and always another, entirely different person) — Jessop Conservatory

Dwight Seeley — Seeley’s Cabin

[madelinetess]

So what if he got a little aggressive on the pitch today? Richard played the same way he lived, passionately. And as Zava said before the match, passion can mean both love and crime. Also fruit… and the Christian meaning… The word is actually pretty versatile… But it mostly means the first two things…

Today though, the passion meant that the quiet rage he felt ever since the team discovered that the BELIEVE sign was torn finally found its outlet.

He knew who was to blame and he saw red. Both figuratively and literally... He smiled to himself when he remembered the sound the ball made on contact with the Westham player when he slammed it into him. The red card was absolutely worth it.

He didn't really remember much of what happened afterwards. He knew that Isaac carried him off the field, but everything after that was a blur.

Coach Lasso's locker room talk was short and yet Richard still did not retain a word of it. The bus ride back home was spent sitting in silence, focusing extra hard on not exploding and ruining the already shitty mood of the rest of the team.

One thing however did manage to get him out of his spiral. A pair of blue eyes studying him carefully. Scanning every inch of his tensed up body. Jan Maas, sitting right next to him, was staring at him intently which was throwing Richard off. The French player glared back at his friend.

"There are already clips of you throwing that ball at the Westham Player on the internet" the Dutchman said, his accent seeping into the sentence. "On one hand it was incredibly satisfying and..." he paused and cleared his throat "and entertaining to watch, but he did not deserve it."

"What do you mean!?" A few people turned in their seats to look at them.

"He was not the one that ripped the sign. That was Nate. We should have won this match to show him who he messed with"

"Oi, Jan Maas" Jamie butted in "weren't cha also pissed?"

"I'm not saying I wasn't, this time I indeed played badly. The thing is, we hurt ourselves more than we harmed them." At this point almost everyone was listening in on the conversation.

"I'd say the poor fella that Dickie over here knocked down got plenty harmed" This time it was Colin that decided to comment and more than a few people nodded their heads clearly sharing the sentiment.

"Someone even made an edit of the moment! It's trending now!" Dani exclaimed with that radiant smile of his, and soon after a notification went off on everyone's phone as a link to the aforementioned clip found its way into the groupchat. 

And just like that a little bit of life returned to the not so long ago gloomy footballers, the bus got livelier and the conversations seemed to at least slightly brighten everybody's mood.

The Frenchman however could not force himself to join any of them. He just sat there unmoving, looking out the window, not focusing on anything in particular. 

Once back at their home stadium the whole team got out of the bus, and people all went their separate ways. Richard sat down inside his car and exhaled deeply while leaning his forehead on the steering wheel. 

The silence bothered him, so he turned on the radio, but as soon as the Adele CD Jan had gifted him for Christmas started playing, he immediately turned it off. Rolling in the Deep was not the song for now… However much he loved her, today was not the day… They could have had it all, but he messed it up. And they lost. 

Richard took out his phone to check the time, but was instead greeted by a text notification.

I'm coming over. Bring up some wine.

Why would Jan be coming over today, was he not tired? Was he not frustrated? All that Richard wanted to do now was to sleep off the loss, and maybe the wine part didn't sound so bad right now...

He somehow managed to get himself back home just in time to take a quick shower, throw on something comfy and make the trip to his cellar to pick something for them to drink.

While entering his kitchen he was greeted by Jan, rummaging through the cupboards to find the right wine glasses. It wasn't exactly a surprise, as they both owned the keys to each other's places since the last off-season and met up quite often, however Richard has just recently reorganised his kitchen, so the Dutchman was struggling to find the right glassware.

"In the middle one, the ones behind your usual mug."

"These?"

The man holding the bottle only nodded.

"Where to? The living room?"

"No offence to your really nice couch, but this is a bed-comfort level of conversation."

This was also nothing new. They had conversations where a park bench was sufficient, but they also had the privacy of a living room and comfort of a sofa types of talks. This one? This one apparently required the highest level of comfort that only a bed with an excessive amount of throw pillows could provide.

They both made their way upstairs and once in the bedroom, Richard set up the table for their glasses, while Jan threw an additional blanket on the bed. Once done with their respective tasks they both turned to look at each other.

"So..?"

"You are still angry" Jan said simply stating the obvious. Richard stood next to him quietly sipping on the wine. "I envy your passion," the Dutchman paused for a moment there, smiling softly to himself "but I also know that now you have nothing to target it at, and you will just let it get to your head. So I’m here so that you are not alone with your thoughts.”

“I’m not angry”

“Of course, and Jamie Tartt is not a prick”

Richard rolled his eyes at Jan and exhaled annoyedly, but put his glass down at the table he set up, and sat down on the bed motioning for his friend to join him. The Dutchman followed.

“I am not angry, I’m disappointed. In myself." The other footballer clearly wanted to interject, but the Frenchman continued before that could happen. “I should have played better. Just like you said, we should have proved them all wrong, and instead we threw the game. I am so mad that even Adele didn’t help…”

“Adele?”

Richard leaned back to rest his head against the wall behind them.

“Yes, I have the CD you got me for Christmas in my car. A song played and the words made me feel even worse, so I turned it off and you know I never turn off Adele”

Another shaky exhale on his part was followed by Jan’s hand making its way into Richard’s hair and combing through them. The shorter man, though surprised at first, leaned into the touch.

“I know how much that sign meant to me, and how angry I got seeing Nate tearing it, so I can’t imagine how you felt. I know how sentimental you are.”

The Dutchman’s fingers kept on getting tangled in the other’s hair, running soothing circles on his scalp while Richard listened to him.

“When you were telling me the story about the ghosts from the treatment room you mentioned the sand in the bottle, according to your retelling everyone else brought some object, be it a photo or a pair of shoes, but you brought sand…” Richard nodded slightly and leaned into his friend that was now sitting right next to him with his back also against the wall. “And for my first Christmas here I remember you bringing things that were your family tradition to the Higgins’ Christmas Party… Don’t even get me started on your photo album organisation system…”

At that they both exchanged a chuckle. It was true that Richard liked keeping all his photos meticulously organised in countless albums. Every team outing or a trip somewhere had a separate photo album complete with dates… 

Jan looked at him and smiled warmly before continuing.

“You love with passion and without remembrance… You feel so much… even for the tiniest things… Sometimes I wish I was the sand…”

Realising what he’d said, Jan stopped everything he was doing, and Richard, who was mostly asleep at that moment shot up and looked straight at his… friend? 

Time stood still and Jan sat there, hand still in Richard’s hair, terrified, waiting. The way he felt for so long, out in the open. And then the Frenchman spoke.

“Don’t.” Jan was ready to make his escape, but got cornered by the shorter man who threw his leg over his and was now sitting on his lap caging him between his body and the wall. “Don’t wish for that. I’d much rather have you as a person, than as some grains”

“Do you mean it?” Jan’s blue eyes stared firmly into Richard’s green ones.

“I didn’t drink nearly enough to start speaking nonsense. Of course I mean it.” He was looking at his lips. Then he was no longer looking at them, because they were covered with his own, hidden from everyone else in the world.

Jan’s hands stayed in Richard’s hair, but Richard’s roamed all over his neck, their kiss slowly but surely gaining momentum. There was no trace of the anger or disappointment that marked this day ever since the recording was presented to the team after the first half. The passion however, the passion that has always been there, somewhere under the surface, was now out in the late evening sun, and it was there to stay.

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The ao3 link is here

[apinchofm]

Stick to the Cards!

Gregory Bridgerton was a romantic through and through. He could not help it. His mother and father were like a real life love at first sight relationship!

So when he befriended Lucy, he wanted to ask her out in a big way.

Lucy. Funny, popular Lucy Abernathy who was a bright spark in the Hatton Garden offices of their publishing house. They would walk to and from the tube station every day together, and they would laugh at each other's terrible jokes. She knew that he preferred tea in the morning and coffee in the afternoon and he always had a cinnamon bun at her desk in the afternoon.

He went to one of his brother's homes, Colin's living room large enough to help him prepare his project.

Colin was very supportive. Hyacinth, his twin sister, was a cynic.

Hyacinth looked over his shoulder, watching as Gregory wrote down on the cards "Is that not a little creepy? Just turning up at her house?" She asked.

Neville, his best friend who helped without question shrugged, "Is it not romantic? And Lucy said she likes those big gestures."

Colin piped up, handing her a cup of tea. "What if she has a boyfriend or better yet, husband - that will make it exactly like the film."

Gregory sighed, finally finished, "I just hope she likes it."

"Right, let's get these in the car." Colin said. Hyacinth put down her mug and grabbed her coat.

"Wait, I'm coming. Someone needs to vouch for you if she calls the police!"

---

Getting off at Gloucester Road, the merry band walked into Stanhope Mews, Gregory rendering which one he had been to before. Covered in snow, it somehow looked prettier than it did in spring.

He rang the doorbell and the other three stood to the side, waiting to see what would happen.

Lucy, in a pretty black jumper, answered the door, pleasantly surprised.

"Gregory? What are you doing here?" She asked.

"Who is it?" He heard someone call out. A male voice and Gregory held his nerve to lift the first card to show her.

Tell him it's carol singers.

"Uh, carol singers?" Lucy called back amused.

"Carol singers- what?" The voice replied.

"Shit, she has a boyfriend!" Colin whispered as Hyacinth and Neville shushed him. Lucy cranes her head, stepping outside to see the three who sheepishly waved at her.

"My boyfriend-?" Lucy questioned but was interrupted when the taller male someone emerged from the house.

"Carol singers, is it the Victorian era?" Richard was saying as he came to the door and then frowned, looking around at the rather odd scene. "Oh, hello?"

"Uh, hi." Gregory whispered.

"Hi." The three chorused.

"Um, can you give me a second?" Lucy asked Richard but he was far too intrigued to leave.

"Wait, is this a Love Actually re-enactment?" He asked excitedly, then pinched Lucy, "This is your favourite Christmas film!"

"God, shut up!"

"At least her boyfriend's cute." Hyacinth remarked.

"What?" Lucy asked, "This is my brother."

"Wait, your brother?" Gregory asked, his mind trying to comprehend this all. The older man gave a wave.

"This is my brother Richard. Dickie, this is Gregory Bridgerton." Lucy introduced, her smile tight as her brother stepped forward to meet Greg.

Richard grinned knowingly, "Oh, hello." they shook hands, as the older man looked around at the other, "Hiya. So, this is the famous Gregory?"

"Famous?" Gregory managed to say.

"Oh, yeah, Luce tells me about you all the time!" Richard said as Lucy looked down at her slippers, "Aw, Luce, did he do this all for you thinking you had someone here?" He couldn't help but tease his younger sister.

"Um, well, it's her favourite film." Gregory said.

Lucy's face warmed, looking down but then she looked at Gregory, "I can't believe you remembered that."

"Well, yeah." Gregory shrugged.

"Skip to the end of the cards, it's easier. Gets to the point." Richard advised with a cheeky smirk and leaned on the doorframe. Lucy looked at him pointedly.

"Can you go?"

"No, I want to see where this is going!"

Gregory scratched his head and Hyacinth stepped forward and pinched him to bring him back to life.

"Come on mate, just ask her!" Colin encouraged, "It's freezing!" He was bouncing on his heels.

Gregory blinked "Right, um, do you want to get a drink with me?"

"I really would," Lucy smiled.

"Not creepy then?"

Lucy giggled, "Not creepy at all. But maybe switch it up - no one really gets carol singers anymore!"

And with that, she stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek.

"Um, actually, do you all want to come in for hot chocolate or mulled wine?" Lucy offered.

"And food?" Richard added, "Lucy cooks for the five thousand."

They all voiced their agreements and Lucy and Gregory were the last to go in, looking at each other before laughing.

"Next time, I'll try to stick to the cards." Gregory promised.

Lucy giggled, "At least you got the right door the first time."

[secondgenerationnerd]

Cool stuff about the twins! :D can you do the same with Johnny boy?

Ooooo absolutely! (And if anyone wants to request Jai’s reaction to the amount of smut his sister reads, I’ll happily write it 😂😂😂)

While he admires his father, he chafes at people only looking at him as “Superman’s Son” or “Clark’s boy”. He has tiny acts of rebellion—his hair is usually messier than his father’s, he doesn’t shave that often, he prefers fiction/nonfiction writing to journalism, etc. Again, he loves his father, he just doesn’t want to be his clone.

The Omega Boys play DND every Wednesday night, as a way to relax and hang out. One campaign, Jon played a Hick Elf, complete with a thick accent. He proceeded to flirt with Mar’i in the accent and made her blush.

Also helped Milagro in her “Noir” shoot

Not shown, Mar’i shamelessly checking out his butt

He genuinely forgets he doesn’t need glasses sometimes. Milagro, who I headcannon wears contacts but none of them knew, had to wear her spare glasses. They look almost identical to Jon’s. They’d set them near each other after a training session. Milagro put Jon’s on and immediately walked into a wall. Jon put hers on and got an instant migraine.

He absolutely adores his nephews and nieces. He’s Uncle Jojo and spoils them rotten

I think he finds comfort in cooking and baking. Like Omega usually rotates responsibilities, but Jon volunteers to do most of it anyway.

All the omega boys have a “non-sexual slutty” moment the girls can’t stop thinking about. For Jon, it’s him in the middle of kneading bread, glasses sliding down his nose, shirt sleeves rolled up his forearms, singing alone to the radio. I will not be taking questions or complaints at this time.

Jon truly loves his brothers. Like are they annoying as hell? Yes. Does he want to punch them half the time? Absolutely. Would he kill anyone who hurt them? Without question.

While he’s definitely the most powerful on the team, I do think he would rely on that power to help in a fight. This is in comparison to Mar’i, who was raised around several martial art masters.

Literally started calling Mar’i his wife when they were like 17. They’d been dating about three years and she thinks it’s absolutely, ridiculously adorable.

Realized he was bisexual because of Matty West, his first “guy kiss” being Jack (since Jack has kissed Mar’i for dances). He thought he had it handled okay. Then made the mistake of telling Lian, when their families were over, that there’s no question she could ask in front of his parents he wouldn’t answer or they wouldn’t have figured out. Lian’s response? “You cant date Mar’i anymore. Who on this team are you dating instead and why?” Boy froze in pure bi panic

Anytime an animal is staying in omega tower, they’re given the best food.

He enjoys working on his grandparents farm, helping Pa as he ages, but he wouldn’t want to have a huge farm himself.

You know the trope of “girlfriend’s father HATES her boyfriend”? Yeah, Dick refers to Jon as “My Future Son-in-law” to everyone. Like Dickie knows they’re end game lol

Jon and Kathy Brandon love to tease each other about being little kids, running around the farms, pushing each other into the mud. Jon also helps to do chores around her and Maya’s house. When it’s firewood time, Mar’i and Maya pull up chairs to watch them work. Shamelessly I should add

Very very very much soft dom energy. Like he’s usually good with listening or letting people assume, but there’s a side of him that comes out that MAKES people listen

He and Colin always find away to tease Damian about how whipped he is for Irey.

Damian: hey, be safe

Irey: I will *speeds off*

Jon: *dramatic whisper* be safe

Colin: *fake swoon* I’ll be so safe

Disrespect him, he’ll shrug it off. Disrespect his teammates or friends? Y’all are gonna have a “conversation”. Disrespect his family? No words, on sight. Disrespect his WIFE? He will actually kill you.

I don’t know how or why, but at some point, Comics Jon and his boyfriend, Jay Nakamura, appear in omega tower. Jay and Mar’i? Instant best friends determined to sass their boyfriends

He’s the kinda guy who will get you a drink and just sit with you when shit goes down, until you’re ready to talk.

[kwebtv]

The Jewel in the Crown - ITV - January 9, 1984 - April 3, 1984

Period Drama (14 episodes)

Running Time: 60 minutes

Stars:

Peggy Ashcroft as Barbara Batchelor

Janet Henfrey as Edwina Crane

Derrick Branche as Ahmed Kasim

Charles Dance as Sgt Guy Perron

Geraldine James as Sarah Layton

Rachel Kempson as Lady Manners

Art Malik as Hari Kumar

Wendy Morgan as Susan Layton

Judy Parfitt as Mildred Layton

Tim Pigott-Smith as Supt./Capt/Maj/Lt Col Ronald Merrick

Eric Porter as Count Dmitri Bronowsky

Susan Wooldridge as Daphne Manners

Ralph Arliss as Capt. Samuels

Geoffrey Beevers as Capt Kevin Coley

James Bree as Maj/Lt Col Arthur Grace

Jeremy Child as Robin White

Warren Clarke as Cpl "Sophie" Dixon

Rowena Cooper as Connie White

Anna Cropper as Nicky Paynton

Fabia Drake as Mabel Layton

Nicholas Farrell as Edward "Teddie" Bingham

Matyelok Gibbs as Sister Ludmila Smith

Carol Gillies as Clarissa Peplow

Rennee Goddard as Dr Anna Klaus

Jonathan Haley and Nicholas Haley as Edward Bingham Jr

Saeed Jaffrey as Ahmed Ali Gaffur Kasim Bahadur, the Nawab of Mirat

Karan Kapoor as Colin Lindsey

Rashid Karapiet as Judge Menen

Kamini Kaushal as Shalini Sengupta

Rosemary Leach as Fenella "Fenny" Grace

David Leland as Capt Leonard Purvis

Nicholas Le Prevost as Capt Nigel Rowan

Marne Maitland as Pandit Baba

Jamila Massey as Maharanee Aimee

Zia Mohyeddin as Mohammad Ali Kasim

Salmaan Peerzada as Sayed Kasim

Om Puri as Mr de Souza

Stephen Riddle as Capt Dicky Beauvais

Norman Rutherford as Edgar Maybrick

Dev Sagoo as S.V. Vidyasagar

Zohra Sehgal as Lady Lili Chatterjee

Frederick Treves as Lt Col John Layton

Stuart Wilson as Capt James Clark

Leslie Grantham as Signals Sergeant

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 1, 1987

Lyrics:

You don't believe me

I can tell it by your eyes

There's a kind of magic to be had from your lies

I used to say that today is like tomorrow

Don't sell it short for truth

I should have known

I should have known

Should have known how

I should have known

I should have known by now

But now

Everything is coming up roses

Everything is coming up roses

You don't understand it

I can tell it by your smile

Don't sell it short for truth

There's a kind of freedom to be had from your lies

I always said that today is like tomorrow

I should have known

I should have known

Should have known how

Everything is coming up roses

Everything is coming up roses

Everything is coming up

Coming up

Everything is coming up roses

Everything is coming up roses

Everything is coming up roses

Everything is coming up roses

Everything is coming up

Coming up

Songwriter:

Jule Styne / Stephen Sondheim

BandFact:

The formation "Black" was founded by Colin Vearncombe with Dave "Dix" Dickie and Jimmy Sangster in 1980 in Liverpool (GBR) as a trio. Vearncombe explained the choice of the name Black by saying that he found his name too difficult for people to remember. From June 1982 the band consisted only of Vearncombe and Dickie. Black was the band's name until 1985, after which Vearncombe continued soloing under the same name, without his fellow bandmates, with various studio musicians.

[denimbex1986]

'Ripley Netflix April 4

From Patricia Highsmith's work, a new adaptation – this time a serial – after Anthony Minghella's film starring Matt Damon, Jude Law and Gwyneth Paltrow. Here in the role of Tom Ripley, hired by a rich industrialist to bring his playboy son Dickie home from Italy, is Andrew Scott. But Ripley soon becomes fascinated by the casual lifestyle of Dickie (Johnny Flynn) and his girlfriend Marge (Dakota Fanning). And when fascination becomes obsession, a dangerous deadly game begins. Also in the cast are our Maurizio Lombardi and Margherita Buy...'

[exitinertianovella]

Too Cool for School

kevin phillips

Teen Angst

Director - Kevin Phillips Writers - Ben Collins + Luke Piotrowski Producers - Richard Peete + Jett Steiger Performers - Tristan Leabu + Esther Zyskind Executive Producer - Lana Kim Cinematographer - Eli Born Production Designer - Evan Schafer Editor - Ed Yonaitis Casting Director - Lauren Grey Sound Design - Colin Alexander Sound Mix - Colin Alexander + Ryan Billa Production Manager - Abby Horton 1st AC - Ryan Dickie Gaffer / Key Grip - Gabe Elder Grip - Leon Izsak Art Dept - Patrick Parker Props - Rob Yapkowitz Colorist - Derek Hansen Color Grade Producer - Summer McCloskey

[beasanfi1997]

Eddie Izzard play Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde but i Imagine that Elder Cadia scares Little Kira while her mother Brea protect her. Eddie Izzard also play King Edward VII in Victoria and Abdul while Helena Bohan Carter play Princess Margaret in the Crown season three and Four, Anne Boleyne in King Henry VIII and Elizabeth Bowes-Lyone in King's Speech at the side of Colin Firth and and because the british royal are related because the Sifan clan and Vapra clan are connected. Also Natalie Dormer reveals at the audience that Tavra Is Kira's aunt and Brea Is Kira's mom with Kylan because Kate Dickie played with Anya Taylor-Joy in the Witch and also Shazad Latif play Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde in Penny Dreadful and because Kira prefere her father Kylan in the role of Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde than the Elder Cadia and because the Spriton Clan are too connected with the Vapra Clan and the Sifan Clan

[soylazaro]

NIKE | Never Settle Never Done from valentin petit on Vimeo.

-NIKE | Never Settle Never Done • A film directed by Valentin Petit & produced by DIVISION for Wieden + Kennedy • Post by Monumental • VFX by Square

CAMERA CREW -Director: Valentin Petit -Ex. Producer: Charlotte Lepot -Producer: Benoit Roques -1 AD: Cristobal Martin -DOP: Paul Guilhaume -DOP Film Cam: Maeva Von Dinh -1st AC Film Cam: Georges Fromont -Prod Coord :Carole Guy -PA: Clara Avazeri -Steadycam: Sacha Nacery -Speciallised Grip: Jean Chesneau -Grip: Grégoire Benzaquen -2nd AD: Cristina Freitas -Stylist: Buki Ebiesuwa -Wardrobe Assistant: Yahir Hernandez -Bullet Time - Effigy: Vincent Haeffner & Miguel Benajes -Gaffer: Carlos Melville -Key Grip: Xavi Montoliu -Makeup Artist: Mariona Botella -Hair Artist: Xisca Heba -Manicurist: Pankks -Production Designer: Noé Figures

POST-PRODUCTION BY MONUMENTAL FX -Post-Production: Germain Robin -Post Production Supervisor: Laila Hammor -Post Production Assistant: Alexis Diop -Editor: Hugo Beron, Lola Margrain, Alexandre Sellem & Valentin Petit -Editor assistants: Simon Tristant & Yanjun zhou -Color Grading: Arthur Paux

VFX BY SQUARE -VFX Supervisor: Adrien Bavant -VFX Supervisor: Flore Mounier -VFX Directors: Mathieu Jussreandot & Colin Journee -On-set Supervisor: Flore Mounier - bisou -VFX Supervisor: Jao M’Changama - bisou -Production Manager: Camille Sermet -Lead CG: Arthur Villiers-Moriamé -3D Scan: Adrien Bavant -CG artists: Sébastien Lemoignet, Yannick Large, Carlos Mendes Tavares -Motion Designer: Martin Goldwasser -Compositing: Thomas Jouenne, Adrien Renay, Isabelle Tchoungang

CLIENT NIKE -Nike Creative Director: Jordi Pont -Nike Brand Narrative: Sam Yin Mei -Nike Brand Narrative: Nicholas Vieira -Nike Art Director: Vanessa Bradley -Brand Narrative: Lottie Kew -Nike Senior Producer Ruth Illger -Nike Producer: Nili Zadok -Nike Stylist: Ben Caldwell -Brand Manager: Charlotte Kew -Brand Manager: Weronika Budak

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[thepaisley]

Alzheimer's Society - Dementia is Killing Me - DC from Novemba on Vimeo.

We’re incredibly proud of this work. Learning about Dementia, and seeing the devastating effect it has on nearly a million families living with it in the UK has been incredibly humbling and heartbreaking.

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Cast: Kate Dickie, Mark Carlisle Agency: Engine Creative Director: Jo Moore Creatives: Chris da Roza, Hugo Isaacs

Production: Academy Films Producer: Steve Overs AD: Micki Colker-Pearlman Cinematographer: David Foulkes Focus: Justin McGillivray Gaffer: Matthew Bohun Sound Recordist : Emanuele Constantini Production Designer: Bobbie Cousins Stylist: Sofia Sacomani Wardrobe Stylist : Katie McGoldrick Editor: Stephen Dunne at tenthree Edit Assistant: Blaine Pearson Music: Colin Stetson & Sarah Neufeld ‘And Still They Move’ Sound Designer: Alex Bingham & Patch Rowland at Machine Colourist: Rich Fearon Post: Black Kite Studios

[sunlitlemonade]

I think it would be funny if Jason and Dick made it obvious that they're each other favorite sibling.

(Except Dami cuz he's Dick's babybat and meets Jason in the LoA, so Jason has a soft spot you know?)

Like Jason will go off the radar all the time and no Bat knows where he is or what he's up to. Only Dick knows when he's back.

Tim, bumping into him on patrol: where the fuck were you?

Jason, certified annoying brother™: and why should I tell you? Bitch.

Tim: you-

Dick, knowing full well about the conniption he's about to cause: Falcone's dealer in London has been taken care of.

Tim:

Tim, as the realization hits, his eyes ping-ponging between Dick and Jason: wait-

Jason, skipping off to the next rooftop with Dick: bye~

Whenever Dick is hyper-focusing on a case they just catapult Jason at him and pray it works.

Cass: Jason.

Jason: Cass.

Cass: Come with me.

Jason: This intel is important. Go bother someone else.

Cass: this is important too.

Jason: see, unless someone is dead or dying I don't care.

Cass: it's about Dick-

Jason, gets up: what happened

Cass: he didn't eat Alf's cookies. Because of a case.

Jason: gimme a sec

They all are simultaneously amused and gobsmacked at how quickly Dick crumbles at the soft "We talked about this, Dickiebird."

Duke spots them during one of their bro-nights, while he's on a date.

Duke: y'all are missing family dinner for this???

Jason and Dick with mouthfuls of noodles: mhmm

Duke: ???

Jason: I mean, so are you.

Dick: Yeah.

Duke: I have a date!

Jason (in the flatest voice humanly possible): are you trying to insinuate that romance is above platonic bonds??? Is that what you're trying to do??

Dick: do you know what this means to us?

Duke: hey, man. Listen. I was just confused. Y'all do whatever you want.

Jason: hope your date is going good.

Dick: they seem nice.

Duke: that's it I'm out.

[madelinetess]

"Oi, Montlaur, get your ass in here!" Roy's voice rang through the locker room as all of the players were changing after practice.

Jan looked over Colin's head at his best friend confused, and Richard looked back with an equally dumbfounded expression. Everyone else in the room seemed to share the feeling. 

No one dared to speak up. That is until Jamie decided to be a prick as usual.

"Ooh! Someone's in trouble!" The Mancunian hollered "Whaddya do Dickie?"

"Not a clue. If it was about the jokes Jan and I made about your hair, Coach wouldn't have singled me out." Richard deadpanned quickly, sparing a glance at Jan before sticking his tongue out at Jamie who was already giving them both the finger.

After that the tension seemed to fizzle out and everyone except Richard got back to changing into their normal clothes. The Frenchman left all his things on the bench and went to talk with Roy still in his practice gear.

While everyone slowly trickled out of the changing room Jan stayed there waiting. Not only was he being a good friend, but he was also going to be the first person to, as the British say, get the tea, or as he would rather put it, hear the gossip.

After a while the Midfielder emerged from the coach's room smiling lightly. Jan stared at him expectantly, and once their eyes met Richard smiled devilishly.

"So?"

"One of Roy’s yoga friends, Linda, finally got divorced and took the house, so all the yoga moms and coach Kent are going out to celebrate and one of the ideas was a wine tasting, so my expertise was called upon."

"We both know that's not entirely true, you may be an expert, but Roy wouldn't ask you just for that."

"He asked me to make a few calls. He knows I have contacts and get special treatment in at least a few places. He couldn't get a reservation anywhere at the last minute."

They both smirked while the Frenchman was changing.

"I assume you are going with them then?"

"And I assume you are coming with me?"

Jan didn't even have to reply, he just smiled and gathered his things to leave hand in hand with Richard. He knew that the shorter man will simply text him the details and that will be that.

It wasn't really a new development. They clicked immediately the first time Jan Maas stepped inside Richmond changing room and said something snide with the most unbothered look on his face right out the gate. They became fast friends and quickly started meeting up every Friday to discuss the latest gossip by a charcuterie board and a glass of fine wine (courtesy of Richard's collection). By the end of their first off season together they already had keys to each other's places and would often drop by unannounced just because.

They talked a little more before reaching the parking lot where they parted ways. Jan allowed himself one last glance at his friend walking away before getting in his car and driving off to his house.

About an hour later he heard his phone ping with a notification and just as he expected, it was from Richard. The contents though were sort of surprising. Instead of stating the time and the place the message simply said

Be there in 10

He left it with no answer as there was no need for one. The text was sent simply out of courtesy, because if Richard wanted to, he could have just barged in as if he owned the place. He never did though. Always politely informing the Dutchman before his arrival.

Few minutes later Jan heard the sound of his front door opening, after that there was shuffling as the Frenchman was searching for his slippers and finally muffled footsteps walking further into the house.

“Upstairs!” He shouted from his room and soon his friend joined him in his room. Richard was wearing the same outfit as that day back at Amsterdam, the black shirt and light pants. The sight paired with a pair of pink slippers with pink fuzz made Jan smile. The slippers were a gag gift he got from Colin, but became widely known as ‘Richard’s slippers’ because of a team meeting that took place at Jan’s house some time after he got them. More people showed up than it was expected, and Richard arriving late had the honour of being the one to wear the pink abomination.

“Is that what you’re wearing?” Said Richard pointing to the clothes Jan had prepared beforehand. It was just a dark pair of jeans and a nice looking t-shirt, but he thought those would both suit him and the ocasion.

“That was the plan”

“Anywhere else this would be acceptable, but this place is a bit fancier. Let me pick something for you.”

The shorter man got to his closet before Jan could even think about stopping him, and was already rummaging through it. In the span of five minutes Richard managed to find articles of clothing Jan has long ago deemed lost. In retrospect, he really should organise his wardrobe one of these days.

“Try these on” Laid in front of him on his bed was a beige turtleneck long sleeve and a pair of brown pants.

“Will this be fancy enough?”

“Should be, it’s better than what you prepared before.”

While Jan took the clothes and disappeared inside a bathroom Richard sat on his bed looking through messages on his phone.

“How are we getting there?”

“I’ll drive, I know the way. We’ll meet with Roy there.”

“Won’t we get drunk?”

“Not necessarily, but I’m also not planning on drinking there.”

“Why?” Jan was genuinely surprised.

“The good places are booked months in advance, the place where we’re going is not.”

Jan only hummed in agreement and walked back into his room. Richard put his phone back in his pocket and studied Jan for a good ten seconds.

“Turn around” The Frenchman demanded and Jan obliged. He spun around slowly showing the outfit from different angles. “You look good.”

The compliment for some reason sat heavy in the Dutchman’s heart, but the other man didn’t seem to notice anything. The taller man then took the golden pendant that Richard had gifted him for his last birthday, along with a Jo Nesbø book he was incredibly excited about, to complete the look. It was a simple rectangular one, but it had a tiny football and Jan’s initials engraved. 

“Shall we head out?”

Richard hummed in understanding and both men walked out the room, down the stairs and into the entrance hall where they exchanged the slippers for smart shoes and finally out the front doors and into Richard’s car. 

The way over was mainly spent on talking a little more and blasting Adele through the speakers.

The first time Jan caught the Frenchman listening to her songs he was surprised to say the least. But now that they know eachother better it makes perfect sense to him. Not that he would be able to explain it, but there is something very Richard-like in her music. 

Few years ago Jan would have never thought he would enjoy Adele songs as much as he does now, but as Richard sang along to the lyrics while tapping the steering wheel and driving at the same time he couldn't help but find the whole situation incredibly endearing. 

Once they got out they immediately clocked Coach Kent standing by the entrance surrounded by middle aged ladies, so they made their way over. After greeting everyone and some quick introductions the whole group made their way inside. Jan stayed behind to talk a little with Roy as Richard was talking to the staff and confirming their reservation. 

But he saw out of the corner of his eye as the hostess called for a sommelier to lead them to their designated area and seat them. As the waiter was escorting them to their seats he was animatedly talking about something with Richard and Jan felt his throat drying up slightly. The young man looked tall walking next to Richard, but not as tall as Jan, and that gave the Dutchman a weird sort of satisfaction.

Once they got seated the man left to bring their glasses and the first bottle of the night. Once he got back he started presenting the bottle he brought with himself. He also asked who the designated drivers were and explained to them how not to get drunk, but still enjoy their evening. After that he poured everyone their first glass. Richard, faithful to his word, refused the drink and explained to the sommelier that he would not be drinking tonight. No one seemed to notice though as everyone else was already immersed in the experience.

 Conversations flowed smoothly. Linda talked about all the renovations she was planning to do to the house now that it was all hers, she also showed everyone the pictures of a cat she was thinking of adopting which turned into everyone showing photos of their pets. There was Luna the Beagle, and Snowball the persian cat, but there was also a bunny called Carrots, which was short for Ms Dulcinea, Destroyer of Carrots and not an allusion to the Disney movie Zootopia, obviously named by one of the lady’s kids. Then of course the pictures of the kids had to be shown as Kathy or Sarah or whoever really remarked that the two footballers did not know their kids.

They were talking, drinking wine and overall having a great time, but the sommelier would often linger by Richard and talk to him about wine, so even if Jan wanted to, he couldn’t really butt in, because he didn’t know much about the subject. He did scoot closer to his friend though, so that he could hear what was being discussed. 

As the night went on the two footballers heard at least a few incredibly satisfying stories the yoga moms shared about Roy, but also told some of their own ones in return. They already went through four different bottles, each with a short presentation beforehand and with each new one Jan was getting more and more frustrated. The sommelier was annoying him by never leaving Richard alone, it was almost as if he was trying to flirt, but the worst thing seemed to be Richard not shooting it down. The most awful moment however came after the fourth bottle had been poured. The younger man was once again talking to his best friend, but the conversation seemed to be about something else.

“I only really drink red wine,” the sommelier said while leaning next to the Franchman. “And I was wondering what kinds of wines you drink. Is it white wine, red wine, both..?”

It was then that the Dutchman remembered the wine scene from some tv show that Colin had shown him once a long time ago that was using the exact same metaphor. He got angry, not only was this man shamelessly hitting on his best friend, but also doing it in such a lame and unoriginal way. Something inside him told him to get away before he made a scene. So he did. He got up and went in the direction of the restrooms. 

Once inside he looked at himself in the mirror. Why was he getting so worked up? He didn’t even know if Richard was into men. They never talked about labels. He himself was only out to Colin, as it was still quite new to him. But now as he looked at himself in the mirror and thought about another man standing too close to his best friend he felt green with envy. And it hit him, he wanted to be the one that people saw by Richard’s side, he wanted to have his hoodies stolen by the shorter man and listen to him belt Adele songs semi-badly.

The sound of the door opening made him look that way and he saw Richard walking in looking straight at him.

“Are you ok? You looked unwell back there.”

“I’m…” He wanted to say something, but decided against it just yet, and started again. “Promise me that we won’t stop being friends if I tell you something.”

“I promise, now spill it.”

“Do you like red wine..?” He didn’t mean to ask that, why did he ask that. There were a million better ways to start this conversation.

“Are you also making an allusion to the show Colin told us about?” Jan hung his head in shame but nodded.

“I saw the waiter flirting with you and I… Do you?”

“I’m French,” Richard walked up closer to him and leaned on the wall next to him. “Let’s say I care more about the wine itself than the label. What wine do you drink?”

“I just realised it today, but I think I really like this one wine from Cordon…” He was always so straightforward, why couldn’t he just say all this outright? Why was it so hard to be open about it all with Richard?

“Yeah? What year is the wine?” Richard kept on pushing and now stood facing him so close, that he had to look up slightly to look at Jan.

“1994”

“And his name..?”

Jan leaned down and was now face to face with the shorter man. At the exact same moment as his hands found their way onto Richard's waist, Richard’s landed around his neck and they were kissing. They fit together perfectly and Jan was sure that Richard could taste the shitty wine on his tongue, but he didn’t seem to care as he eagerly returned the gesture.

Before this moment everything felt so complicated, but now, it was all so easy. Everyone else faded to the background and it was just Richard and him. No Roy, no yoga moms and especially no sommeliers. 

They broke apart but still looked at eachother hungrily, and Jan thought to himself that Richard may soon be changing his mind regarding labels, because he is not going to leave this thing between them unsaid.